The Bride Who Lost Everything
On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me.
The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar.
“I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.”
Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph.
“I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.”
Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent.
As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light.
A black-and-white ultrasound image.
It read clearly: Gestatio